Everyone’s had this ear worm burrowed in their brain at some point.

I’m not sure these potatoes quite appreciate what it is they’re dreaming of to be honest.

We want to be … skinned alive.
We want to … sliced up.
We want to be … deep fried.
We want to be … chewed up.
We want to be … shat out.

They used to come in a tin, apparently.*

* like yer Dad.

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